Raspberry Memories

Every time I taste a fresh raspberry I am transported back to the yard I grew up on, out in the country in Alberta, Canada. We had a raspberry patch, and when I first moved there, the bushes were taller than I was... it was a magical place. Rows of berries, and bees depending on the season...

When we played hide and seek, we'd try and hide in them, but you had to watch all the thorns. I remember getting my clothes snagged and my skin scratched.

At one end of the long rows was a sand box... or at least I think it was. It may have just been rich Alberta soil, but in our minds as kids, this was our sand box... We spent hours digging and playing there...

I remember making mud pies with my doll dishes and topping them off with bright red raspberries... and letting them dry in the sun.